“A red winged angel flew into amass of white clouds. Brief was her embark through the snow white surround. Her curiosity was rewarded after passing through the cumulus completely. She returned on the sky blue path seeking her landing place among her kin. Landing within the village square she was met with eyes of awe and astonishment.
Compliments of a change she herself was unaware of, directed her eyes to her own wings. An elder of the village made her way through the crowd, with tear filled eyes. She described the tint in her wings as pink, a shade known well amongst humans. The memories of her years spent as a guardian flooded her consciousness. Joy and sorrow danced in her heart, and her tears began to fall like raindrops. Like a harp and a lute, her stories carried melodies of truths of the newly found shade.
She explained, The human tongue wears this color, as it utters power, the double edge sword which can empower or devour the soul of the speaker and listener. After she concluded her stories of her knowledge and glory, the young angel’s confidence was peaked. The elder kissed her on her cheek and with a warm farewell, she returned to the cloud where her transformation was held.”
❤️Ricardo Hanley Jr.❤️